The highest were the white tufts of yarrow and butterfly-weed—the flaming milkweed that drew you like a magnet.
He has learned some things about the wasp tribe; and if any of them want honey from his butterfly-weed, they may have it.
A humming-bird is fanning the butterfly-weed, and he looks on with interest not unmixed with fear.
The butterfly-weed, with its brilliant scarlet flowers, attracted flocks of butterflies and made fine masses of color.
Well, he always mowed that field himself, and when he came to a clump of butterfly-weed, he always mowed around it.